Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1887-11-25

the open door, just as Mr.. Fletcher
said, Go and bring my dear girl to me-
Pamela. 1 want to hear her say, Il for
give you, father"
"Theres nothing to forgive. I love
you, father dear!" cried Grace, running
to him and kissing him fondly.
Then, with her head resting on the
heart from which she had been for a
time banished, she told him OF Felix $
return, and their loving reconciliation
Gle honors me for my work." she
said, proudly.
Indeed 1 do" said Felix, who, at
Pamelas bidding, had come into the
room, and who now took the invalid's
hand in warm, hearty grasp. IL think
so much of her business abilities that
L want to make her a partner in the
new firm OF Fletcher & Levison. ,
Will you give your consent, sir?"
$50, }" said Mr.. Fletcher, half sadly,
II only got my daughter back to lose
her again"
"1ou shall not lose me- whispered
Grace, hiding her blushing face on her
fathers shoulder. "Felix won't part
u.s."
Father and will be Silent partners
in the new firm" laughed Pamela.
TIE CoLuRtD rnuOPs 1T PETERS.
BGRG.
Any striking event or piece of news
was usually eagerly discussed by Tho
white troops, and in the ranks military
critics were as plenty and perhaps
more voluble than among the officers.
Not so with the blacks; important
news such as that before us, after the
bare announcement, was usually fol-
lowed by long silence. They sat about
in groups, Studying" as they
called it. 'yhey waited, like the
Quakers, for the spirit to move; when
the spirit moved, one of their singers
would uplift mighty voice, like bard
of old, in wild sort of chant If he
did not strike sympathetic chord in
his hearers, it they did not find in his
utterance the exponent of their idea,
he would sing it again and again, alter
ing sometimes the words, or more often
the music. If his change met general
acceptance, one voice after another
would chime in; rough harmony
Of three parts would add itself; other
groups would join his and the song be-
came the song of the command.
The night we learned that we were
to lead the charge ION the explosion of
the Petersburg mine) the news filled
them too full for ordinary utterance.
The joyous negro guf1aw always break
ing out about the campfire ceased.
They formed circles in their company
streets and were sitting on the ground
intently and solemnly studying" At
last heavy Voice began to sing, "We-e
looks like me.en a-a marchin' on, we
looks Like men-cr-war." Over and
over again he sang it, making slight
changes. The rest watched him in
tently; no sign OF approval or disap-
proval escaped their lips, OF appeared
on their faces. All at once, when his
refrain had struck the right response
in their hearts, his group took it up,
and shortly half q thousand voices
were appraised. 1t was q picturesque
scene, these dark men, with their
white eyes and teeth and full red lips,
crouching over smouldering campfire:
in duslly shadow, with only the feeble
rays OF the lanterns of the first SER
geants and the lights of the candles
dimly showing through the tents. The
sound was as weird as the scene, when
all the voices struck the low "E" last
note but one), held it, and then rose to
"A" with u portame,1to as sonorous as
it was clumsy. Until we fought the
battle of the crater they sang this every
night, to the exclusion Of all other
songs. After that defeat they sang it
s.-Cente4,y Magazine.